A Little Unorthodox, I'll Admit.

The Highest Room Of The Tallest Tower.

Harrenhal was a special kind of shit hole. Joffrey's use of the word "rubble" had been the understatement of the century. While some towers remained and all but touched the clouds, others had been maimed into scattered stone all about the keep, its burn stains reminiscent of the lingering ghosts old and new, hence the undeniably haunting presence of these ruins. He wondered how much of this had been this dragon's doing as opposed to the Targaryen dragons back in the day. And again, why the fuck Winterfell's Princess-to-be was being kept in such a gloomy place. 

And yet, there wasn't any sign of a dragon anywhere. Mayhaps the beast had migrated on and this entire headache of an excursion had been for not? He wasn't going to wait around to find out, that was for damned sure. 

Arya had been talking, and talking, and talking, alternating with a whistling that was even more infuriating, the entire half day's ride. 

"If you don't shut that hole in your face, I'll cut your fucking tongue out and feed it to the dragon." he growled, securing his hound helm over his head. "Believe that." 

"If you meant that, you would have done it already." she retorted. "Real hard man you are, threatening little girls." 

The Hound scoffed, "This man will be the reason you Stark bitches make it home in one piece." He scanned the foggy skyline for any signs of life. 

The little wolf bitch was dead set on distracting him from the task at hand. "Aren't you the least bit scared of this dragon breathing on you and roasting the other half of your face?"

"Wolf runt, I'm warning you,"

"Like you were a nice, moist mutton chop-"

"Do you see a dragon anywhere? Because I sure as fuck don't."

A single candle caught Sandor's eye,  illuminating the highest window of the tallest tower.   

"She's there." he stated, pointing a heavy arm toward the beacon of light. "See if you can find any stairs, and be quiet about it." 

"What if we could reason with it? The dragon, I mean!" Arya's voice echoed and bounced off the walls as she wandered into another wing of the Keep. Sandor continued scoping out the main Keep for any stairwells. "Maester Luwin taught us that dragons are even smarter than Men. I wonder if it would-"

"What did I say about talking?! Want the bloody thing to find us first?!"

"I....I think it already has." 

"The fuck do y-"

"DRAGON!!!!" Arya Stark came sprinting in full around the corner, followed by an overwhelming light growing from the dark passageway from whence she came. Along with it, a stifling heat filling the open keep like a closed chamber. 

Fire. Oh, fuck no!

Sandor chased after Arya through and out of the Keep, into a courtyard that hardly structurally existed at this point. After a few seconds, the dragon hurled its body through what remained of the wall and revealed itself; Almost as tall as the Princess's lit window, with predominantly ebony scaling and underlying red that was much more vibrant on the inner wings, its teeth and talons made The Hound's great sword look pathetic in comparison. Its amber gold eyes were a terrifying glow. 

Arya retreated into a ditch of sorts that was covered by a fallen slate of stone, and as the dragon sniffed around for her, The Hound wasted no time in attempting something that was probably a bad idea. He circled quickly to the dragon's rear, and he intended to stab the tail with his sword, but just as he stood on the end of it, the tail flicked, and sent his body soaring through the air and against all odds, crashing through the single candlelit window.